None of this could be true, and yet it was. Or she was moving, motionless, in a nightmare. Who's The bad dream? Hers, that of a woman who was called Magari and had to sleep somewhere in a place to the measure of the human... Remind? What was to remember? Only his name was left, perhaps. And again, had she no proof that it was hers... Magari had just noticed that his double was holding a revolver in his hand. -I'll explain everything. Now that the memory has returned to me...
